Chris Brown "Wrist" Songtext

Wrist

[Intro: Solo Lucci & Chris Brown]Wrist, drip, wrist, dipWrist, drip, wrist, drippin' and drippin'Wrist skrr, skrr tip, four tip, wristDrippin', drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin, drippin'

[Verse 1: Solo Lucci]My wrist 'bout 30 below, why would I be worried 'bout hoes?And if you ain't ever leaning, swerving in traffic, you ain't sip that dirty beforeCatch me tipping on 4's, diamond drippin', prolly sippin' on 4'sFerragamo slippers dipped 'em in gold with so many women, think I'm pimpin' on hoes

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]Cause my wrist still drippin', 44's still tipIn the cut with my hittas, no they do not missI'm a champagne pourin' nigga, I love big asses and tits (Show me them tities)And if you're here just to witness, I just promise this

[Hook: Chris Brown]Hold my wrist, tip, four, tipWrist, drip, 44's tipHold my wrist, tip, four tipWrist drip, 44's tip

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]No he not ballin' like us, who the fuck he think he is?You gotta come to my city, you gotta see how we live (Pull up with the drug dealers)You should just come on the bed, I should just fuck you right nowOh just forget what I said, I just be thinking out loudThinking out loud, thinking out loudCan I hit in the mirror? Yeah, I wanna see your body clearerLet's think out loud, think out loudGot my wrist doin' 85 in a 35, 35, 35

[Hook: Chris Brown]Wrist, tip, four, tipWrist, drip, 44's tipHold my wrist, tip, four tipWrist drip, 44's tip

[Verse 4: Solo Lucci]My wrist 30 below, it cost about 40It's 50 on me, my neck is retardedFuck nigga I'm geeked, my bitch is a ballerBut she from the streets so don't get her startedHandcuffs like I got arrested homieFerragamo's on me, got me flexin' on 'emMud, mud, I got all these taxes on meDiamonds shining, that's them VVS's on meLeanin' off Activis, tippin' on foursThinkin' bout when them hoes used to sleep on me like mattressesBut that's how it go, now I'm gettin' that doughAnd I'm 'bout to count up like it's calculus(Actually) I got my name off that trappin' shitBut I got the fame off this rappin' shitNow my watch and my chain is immaculate

[Hook: Chris Brown]Wrist, tip, four, tipWrist, drip, 44's tipHold my wrist, tip, four tipWrist drip, 44's tipWrist, tip, four, tipWrist, drip, 44's tipHold my wrist, tip, four tipWrist drip, 44's tip

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